You don’t even want to know how long I just spent Googling the correct punctuation of “do’s and don’ts” and I’m still not sure if I got it right…
Do be in an unusually good mood on Friday. Also, do blame the gloriously warm weather and don’t take it for granted. See Sunday’s freak (or not to freak if you happen to live in Colorado) spring snowstorm.
Do convince your fiancé to ditch the lunch you responsibly packed in exchange for a spontaneous lunch date and Udi’s. Also, do sit outside in the sun and don’t even contemplate ordering anything other than your beloved Kale Caesar.
Do let the 75 degree weather convince you to jump right into summer mode and pull out the new hammock. Do enjoy a quick siesta in said hammock, but don’t get used to it. See today’s snow-covered hammock.
Do finally go see The Grand Budapest Hotel. Don’t get your hopes up that it will be even better than Moonrise Kingdom (it wasn’t) and don’t get too attached to Jeff Goldblum’s character.
Do start Saturday with a green smoothie and a lovely 3 mile run. Do enjoy some patio surfing with your girlfriends. Don’t order bottomless mimosas then decided it’s a good idea to accompany your fiancé to Ikea. I was not helpful in doing anything but eating a $1 hot dog.
Assembly still in progress.
Do pick a good indoor activity to spend all of a snowy Sunday on. Why yes, brewing beer is the perfect choice! This will be the second time we’ve brewed this IPA but the first time we’ll be kegging it. If all goes well, we’ll be serving our own beer at our wedding!
Do book your bachelorette party weekend in New Orleans. Do be beyond excited about it, but don’t think about how it’s not for another 3+ months. I wanna go nowwwwww!
Don’t be too sad that’s it’s Monday again. Or so I’m trying to convince myself.
Posted by Lauren on April 14, 2014
Confession #1: I was tempted to title this post something with “Weekend” in it. You know, to keep in line with the rest of this week’s posts.
Confession #2: It’s been five days and I am still obsessively thinking (and talking…poor Joey) about the season finale of Shameless. It’s borderline unhealthy. That scene where Debbie recognized Ian’s depression and said, “Yeah, we know what this is” will haunt my dreams forever.
Confession #3: I adore eating breakfast at the kitchen island every morning. So much better than sitting on the couch.
Confession #4: I let Joey talk me into getting sandwiches at our favorite local shop before the Rockies game on Tuesday. Pretty sure this is the start of a
bad expensive habit.
Confession #5: I’m over any temperatures below 70 degrees and weather that’s anything less than sunny.
Confession #6: I’m having a La Croix thing. A “drink one daily” thing. Because one a day keeps the doctor away. That’s a saying that refers to sparkling water, right?
Confession #7: I’ve spent my entire life thinking all of Europe drove on the opposite side of the road, until, in the middle of a riveting Rick Steves’ TV special, I was told otherwise. Turns out only the UK drives on the opposite side. HOW HAVE I GONE MY WHOLE LIFE BEING MISINFORMED ABOUT THAT?
Confession #8: I have way too many pictures of food on my phone and not enough pictures of people. Below is my lame attempt to remedy that.
A happy happy Friday to you all!
Posted by Lauren on April 11, 2014
So I’ve been meaning to talk to you all about my weekends as of late. Here’s how things usually go. Bright and early Monday morning, I am already starting a list of things I didn’t have the time to do last weekend and want to do this weekend. Which means by the time Friday actually rolls around, I have a looooong list of things I “have to” get done. Yes, in the time between Monday and Friday, I’ve switched from “want” to “need.” Which means I’m already putting the pressure on myself and I’m already stressed out about all of those must-dos. If this sounds like a good way to suck all the fun out of the weekend before it even starts, that’s because it is.
In addition, I have early onset adulthood — buying a house will do that to you — which means I want to stay in on Friday night, I want to wake up early on Saturday and I want to be home by 4 PM on Sunday so I can regroup for the work week. Somehow, without my noticing (until it was too late), I went from wanting to hang out with friends on Friday night to wanting to stay in and go to bed early so I can feel rested for a day of getting stuff done around the house on Saturday. I just rolled my eyes at myself for writing that sentence. Am I too young to feel this way? Help! When did vacuuming become more enticing than lazing about and how worried should I be that I kind of don’t mind this new desire to be boring?
In an attempt to remedy both my severe case of overcomplicating disorder and early onset adulthood, I kept the to-do list as short as possible this week. Grocery, laundry, go on a run. No wedding planning, no house projects (ahem for me anyways… I can’t speak for Joey :P) and the go-ahead to sleep in, lounge on the couch, watch too much TV and eat too much of everything. I’ll admit, it felt pretty nice, but I fear old habits will die hard and by next weekend I’ll be back to a long list of stuff to do (oh hi, I already have “see The Grand Budapest Hotel” and “brew beer” on there…) and wanting to be boring in the name of being able to get said to do list cleared.
Can any 20-somethings relate?
Posted by Lauren on April 8, 2014